“Alright I’m here,” Karim said as he strode in. He took the other couch, pulling out his phone.
“Luis is going to help you with dinner from now on. At least while he’s here,” Julien said.
“Alright. Should I also put him on dish duty?” He asked with a grin.
“Whatever you see fit,” Julien said. Then eyed Luis, “Any protest?”
Luis didn’t love washing dishes, usually put it off at his own place, but under Karim’s direction, and with a desire to being helpful, he found there was no objection in him. “Nope.”
“Great. Now,” Julien’s hand moved to his shoulder, encouraging him to tilt his head. “Karim, please time.”
It was happening fast this time, without the checking and double-checking. Luis didn’t understand how that one conversation had shifted so much, but he wasn’t mad about it. This was so much better, just to… follow Julien’s lead.
Julien’s fangs, when they pushed in, had just that one sharp initial burst of pain. Luis tensed, and then the pain slipped away. Pleasure pooled quickly in his belly, sweet and thick like honey as Julien began to suck.
Luis sank into it.
When Karim called time, Luis barely heard it. He felt only the fangs pull away, and then a hot tongue swipe over the mark on his throat to seal it closed.
Luis made some dreamy sound between satisfaction and disappointment.
“Do you need–? Okay, great. My turn,” Karim said greedily. There was shuffling and then arms around him, pulling him close.
Luis sighed, tilting his head further to offer his neck. The bite haze had him, and he didn’t fight it. It felt so good. He missed it.
“Do you want to wait for Jules to come back?” Karim asked, breath ticklish on his neck.
Luis’s eyes flickered open just long enough to grab at Karim’s shirt and drag him in. No, he didn’t want to wait. He wanted more.
“Fuck, you smell like him,” Karim mumbled before his fangs found the spot Julien had bitten.
They sank in.
The haze deepened, the pleasure pouring through his body, making him burn between his legs. He moaned and Karim clutched him tighter.
And then it was over. Karim was breathing hard as he pulled his teeth out, licking at the mark. Luis whimpered and almost asked him for more.
“Give me your hand,” Karim said. Luis did without thinking. He had just a simple bandage over the cuts on his hand now to keep it protected, and Karim pulled it off carefully. A second later he brought it up to his mouth, licking over the scabbed wound.
Luis flinched to pull away before he realized what Karim was doing.
“Oh.”
“It’s stupid to leave it healing so slowly,” Karim said. “Won’t be as good as if I’d done it fresh, sorry. I wasn’t thinking about it.”
“It’s okay,” Luis’s words came slow, his head cottony. “Thank you.”
Karim hummed. He still had Luis’s hand, and curled their fingers together.
It was quiet then. Luis’s body was buzzing from the bites. He tried to subtly shift to adjust his pants.
He felt Karim’s gaze, then Karim’s other hand rubbed against his own thigh in a sort of irritated fashion. “How’re you feeling?”
Luis swallowed. “Fine.”
“Good. Good.” Karim’s hand squeezed in his.
Another silence. Not awkward, but like a pause waiting for something.
